Volume 2 Chapter 9 (1/2)

VOLUME 2: Chapter 9: “S.O.S.”

As he arrived at the gate of Nanba Elementary School; the one that he had found on the map. Yuusuke got off his motorcycle.

I looked up at the school building and sighed.

“There’s no use…”

Zombies were already roaming along the school grounds.

I searched inside the building, but there seemed to be no traces of any survivors.

The desks and chairs were pushed to one side of the cla.s.sroom with cardboard and paper scattered across the floor. Bags were everywhere.

There were signs that many people were here, but most of them have probably turned by now. Boys and girls of all ages, some may have just been refugees.

The cla.s.sroom was stained dark red from here and there, but the condition of the shattered windows caused some confusion.

“If only there was a beautiful girl around here…”

In the hallway, half of the zombies that pa.s.sed were either injured or missing a limb. Then again, other than patient zero who spread this mysterious disease, any other zombie should have some sort of injury or wound to contract the infection.

Upon turning into a zombie, most would try to resist, so I imagine there aren’t many able-bodied zombies.

(TL: By that he means zombies who haven’t lost a limb.

Zombie with 2 arms > zombie with 1 arm)

While sauntering around by myself, I became accustomed to the grotesque figures of the undead. The ones here don’t seem to be that dangerous, in this way I was comfortable.

I found a girl who appeared to be a university student, walking with a swaying broken neck. I slipped my hands into her s.h.i.+rt and rubbed her chest.

Her hair was cut in a bob and dyed. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were nice, but the face was alright. She wasn’t as beautiful as Kurose. Although, I just might have taken her home if she was.

I examined the girl closely and noticed a thin film on the section that was gnawed off her right hand.

They act like an animal despite being dead, so, there may be some sort of imitative life activity.Yuusuke thought, continuing to rub her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

He resumed looking for more survivors. When he confirmed there to be none, Yuusuke returned to the third floor.

He searched for any baggage left from refugees in each cla.s.sroom.

“A bank book and a stamp… I get why you would have this, but this is just useless to me…”

I threw items that were useless into pile. There weren’t a lot of food or tools. Thankfully I found a battery and a pen. There was also a portable radio, however it couldn’t connect anywhere.

I could get plenty of tools at a nearby home improvement store. It could be a long walk from here, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.

As I straightened myself out and stretched, something strange near the window caught my eye.

On the wall of a distant building was a white cloth, softly fluttering.

“What is that?”

I leaned out the window and focused my vision.

Although it was blurred, you could make out “SOS”.

I arrived at building, which was a 3-story supermarket with a large parking lot. From the rooftop, there hangs the SOS cloth requesting rescue.